Collapsing boundaries

As daylight gains some ground,
The sweetness of night advancing, blending shapes,
Continues to smooth me out.
The collapse of boundaries, the engulfment of nothing,
The Mars-blue turning, lends the world a less absurd surface.
It's like a journey, a small sense of wonder,
And a simultaneous urge to run on another map.
A shiver.

"Your name on a wretched piece of paper: nature" - R. Hainard.